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112 Where do you come from, girl?

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Fusang was kicking pebbles while walking with an inexplicable sullenness. The girl just now had a completely different temperament from all the women in the Dragon Palace. It was obvious that she had a noble status. What relationship did she have with Feng Teng? Feng Teng was so nervous when he saw him.

Hiding something obviously meant there was some secret that she couldn't let her know.

The more Fusang thought about it, the more uncomfortable she became, so she simply went back to the Medicine Palace, changed into neat clothes, and walked up the cliff. Suzhu and Conch were nowhere to be seen in the Medicine Palace, so they must have gone to the cliff to collect herbs.

The continuous clusters of cliffs and cliffs where the Dragon Palace is located are not as creepy as ordinary ones, but have an ethereal meaning and some unique meaning.

Walking on the winding path, quietly listening to the natural mountain breeze whistling between the cliffs, accompanied by the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, Fusang gradually forgot what he had just done and concentrated on looking for various medicinal materials.

Fusang was so focused that she didn't realize that the road she was walking on actually led straight to the bottom of the mountain. It was originally just a narrow field of vision, but it became wider and clearer as she walked, and finally, she saw a plain in front of her.

The land is still a village.

It was already approaching evening, with flowing water on the small bridge, smoke curling up from cooking stoves, and only a few people there, giving it a quiet atmosphere.

Fusang never expected that there would be a whole other world at the foot of Dragon Palace.

Pedestrians passing by were dressed in coarse linen clothes, carrying hoes and bamboo baskets on their backs, talking and laughing. It was obvious that they had just returned from farming.

"Excuse me, where is this place?" Fusang stopped several elderly people and asked curiously.

The old men looked a little surprised one after another, and some even backed away slightly, not daring to let Fusang get too close. One of them, an old man with a white beard, bravely asked:

"Girl, where are you from?"

They were isolated from the rest of the world, but no outsiders had ever come here, so why did someone suddenly pop up and ask for directions.

"That's where I come from!" Fusang raised his arm and pointed lightly at the location of the Dragon Palace.

The old people were shocked,

"Girl, are you from Shenglong Mountain?"

"Holy Dragon Mountain?" Fusang murmured,

"So you call those cliffs Shenglong Mountain!"

It is indeed appropriate, after all, there is a Dragon King and a Dragon Palace there.

The old people observed Fusang carefully. They were dressed in simple clothes, smelled of fresh mountain forest, and carried life-saving herbs. Could they be gods from Shenglong Mountain?

"Girl, are you really from Shenglong Mountain?"

"Of course, I started from the top of the mountain and collected herbs all the way, and ended up here!"

The old man was overjoyed, this is really a good thing,

"Girl, you must be tired from the journey. Go to the old man's house to rest first!"

Fusang looked at the hospitable old man and agreed,

"OK!"

Anyway, Xiaoyang is accompanied by so many women. One more woman is not more, and one less her is not more.

Fusang followed the white-bearded old man back home. He looked around and asked a lot of questions along the way, but the old man answered them one by one without getting bored.

It turns out that this place is called Shanchuan Baiyuan, just like the place name, this is the birthplace of all mountains and rivers. Surrounding Shenglong Mountain, there are more than ten tribal villages like this scattered scattered, and each tribe has the same surname.

, almost all have compound surnames, and they belong to the same family. In the tribe where Fusang is now, everyone has the compound surname Wanqi (mo Si Diao Qi Er Diao). Each tribe is led by the clan leader, reclaiming wasteland, planting rice and sowing, and having enough food and clothing. Moreover, every tribe is led by the clan leader.

All tribes maintain close ties, and there is a large gathering every year, full of singing and dancing, which is very lively.

Looking at the three adjacent huts in front of her, Fusang felt as if she had returned to her home in Haicheng. After staying in Dragon Palace for so long, she almost forgot what the houses in Haicheng looked like.

"Miss Hai, I have a son under my knees. I am married and have a son and a daughter. My granddaughter is still young and my grandson is about the same age as you!"

"Uncle Weng, you are so lucky!" Fusang sighed sincerely, thinking of Haitian.

My father has always wanted a son. If my mother had not had difficulty in giving birth to him, she would definitely have a younger brother!

"Dad, we are back!"

"Grandpa, grandpa~" the young and energetic voice sounded from far to near.

Fusang turned around and saw a girl with pigtails rushing into Uncle Weng's arms.

"Oh, everyone is back!"

"No, grandma and mother are staying over there, and they said they won't be back for a few days!" The little girl looked about eight years old, and was pretty and pretty, with her face flushed from running.

Seeing this family enjoying the family happiness, Fusang suddenly felt a little sad, and even her eyes were a little sour. She once had such a warm home, with a loving father and a filial son. The most important thing was that the whole family was together and happy.

.

But now, Fusang doesn't even know where her father is, and her second sister is missing again. The only thing that makes her happy is that her eldest sister has indeed married into a good family.

"Dad, who is this girl?" the middle-aged man asked.

"By the way, Yin'er, this is Miss Hai. She comes from Shenglong Mountain. Miss Hai, this is my son, Luo Yin." Uncle Weng picked up the little girl and introduced her.

"Hello, my name is Hai Fusang." Fusang nodded slightly and smiled.

In fact, what caught Fusang's attention the most was the boy next to her who was about the same age. He had an unusual look between his brows and an extraordinary aura. He was not like his father. He was honest and honest, with a bit of cleverness.

"Grandpa, how could you just bring a stranger home?" The boy frowned slightly, appearing to be a little unwelcome to Fusang.

Fusang laughed dumbly. He knew how to be careful at a young age, and he was indeed much better than her. Otherwise, he would not have been framed to that extent.

"Yanzhi, you can't be so rude!" Luo Yin scolded dissatisfiedly.

"Dad, no one has ever walked down Shenglong Mountain. How can you believe what she said!" It can be seen that Yanzhi has strong doubts about Fusang Bao, which made Weng Bo and Luo Yin look at each other.

"Actually, you are right to doubt me. After all, I am really a stranger, and there are very few strangers here among you. But I really came down from the mountain. There is a way up from there.

!" Fuso explained with a smile, but unexpectedly her explanation just gave Yanzhi more excuses.

"Then what do you think is on the mountain?" Yanzhi glared at Fusang.

"Of course~" Fusang stopped in time,

"Of course there are a lot of medicinal herbs! You see, I picked these from the mountain! In fact, I came from a very far away place to look for precious medicinal herbs. In the end, I climbed up the mountain. I saw that it was getting late.

, just walked down the mountain, and ended up here naturally!" Fuso blinked his big innocent eyes and explained to everyone, it sounded so reasonable.

"That girl must have walked a lot. She must be tired. Come into the house and have a rest first!" Uncle Weng was very hospitable. Seeing that Fusang was so lovable, he naturally didn't worry as much as Yanzhi.

Luo Yin, who followed Weng Bo's temperament, quickly took Fusang into the house.

Yan Zhi was anxious, always feeling that Fusang was not what he saw, but no one believed him.

Fuso couldn't help but look back at Nobuyuki one more time. This child has been thoughtful since he was a child and knows how to take precautions. If he is trained well and takes the right path, he will definitely achieve great things in the future.


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